Well, school has started again. It will take away from the time I have to write, but I'll make sure to update as often as possible. Thank you all for your continued support! You all are the reason I write! Enjoy this new chapter!

"Come on, Doctor. Let's go somewhere fun!" Rose whined, grinning. "You do know fun, don't you?"

"What are you talking about? I'm fun!" The Doctor faked looking hurt. "I'm lots of fun. Just you wait, Rose Tyler. I'll show you fun."

The Doctor dragged his hands lightly over the console, considering where to take her. She pulled up beside him, wrapping her arms around his. "Where to now, then?"

The Doctor was about to answer when his phone rang.

Rose looked at him, confused. "Is that... you?"

The Doctor took the phone out of his jacket pocket and stared at it. Only a select few people had this number. A very select few. Yet the number was unknown to him.

"Who is it?"

The Doctor frowned. "I'm not sure. And I don't like not knowing."

He went to flip open the phone, but it suddenly ceased. In the top bar of the screen was a little picture of a white phone. It meant there was a voice-mail. He clicked on the symbol and put it to his ear.

Rose stood on her toes, straining to hear the call as well. The Doctor bent forward slightly and turned the phone so they could both hear the boy talking.

"Hey, Doc. It's Dean. You, uh, you just gave me this number a couple weeks ago... but you told me to call you if I was in trouble. Well... I'm in trouble, Doc. Big trouble, Doc. I really screwed up... Just, please come. I'm in Flagstaff... Thank you."

The phone call ended, and the Doctor shut it off.

"Dean?" Rose repeated. "Dean, like that little boy Dean?" She recalled the four year old boy they met just a week ago. But that boy on the phone was much older. Could that be him?

"I suppose so. I didn't give him my number..." Yet...

"And he's certainly older now. I guess you'll be seeing him again."

The Doctor turned back to the console, plugging his phone into it. "Apparently. But he's in trouble, now. So we'll be seeing him pretty soon."

Rose backed away to give him some space. "Do you know what year he's in? All he said was Flagstaff."

"No, but I can trace it. Hold on to something, Rose. Allons-y!"

…

Dean could hear the TARDIS from inside the convenient store. He was next in line, but he left his stuff and ran out, searching for the Doctor's little blue ship.

He found it in the alley way behind the store. PUBLIC CALL BOX, he read.

He waited for the doors to open, and when it did, a short blonde girl stepped out first. She stopped in her tracks when she saw him staring at her. "I know you,"

Rose just stared at him. "Um, you do?" Then, realization washed over her. "Oh! Dean?"

The Doctor hopped out behind her. He looked younger, somehow, Dean realized. And he recognized the girl, just barely. This Doctor was the one he had first met, when he was real little. Not the one who had given him the number in the first place. "Doctor?"

"Dean, I assume." The Doctor smiled, holding out his hand. "I apologize. I haven't seen you since you were four. But it seems you've seen me."

Dean nodded, accepting the handshake. This Doctor was different. He was... happier, maybe. "Yeah, a few times. Actually, I saw you like a month ago."

"So I heard. You know Rose, right?"

Dean nodded, shaking her hand as well. He hadn't seen her since he was little, but something told him he shouldn't mention it. There was a reason she hadn't been with the Doctor later on, and he didn't want to give anything away. "Of course. How you doin', Rose?"

Rose smiled. "I'm good, thanks." He was nothing like the little boy she had met. He must have been 16, now, and those extra years really changed him.

"Dean, I got your call. You said you were in trouble."

Dean's face dropped. His jaw clenched, and the Doctor almost regretted mentioning it. "Yeah, I called. A few weeks ago."

Oh. "A few weeks ago? I'm sorry, I must have gotten the date wrong..." The TARDIS was always sending him to the wrong time or place.

"Yeah, I guess you did." Dean definitely was angry about it, that much was obvious to the Doctor.. But he wasn't sure all that anger was directed at the Doctor.

"Again, I'm so sorry, Dean. Did you figure it out? Are you okay now?"

Dean nodded. "My brother... you remember me talking about him? Sammy? He, uh... he ran away." Dean explained, trying to control the thundering emotions he couldn't help but feel. "I thought he was just... gone. He didn't leave a note or anything. It was just me and him, and I couldn't find him... So I called you."

"Oh my gosh! That's terrible... Just you and him? Where was your dad?" Rose asked, innocently. She remembered how he had recently lost his mother last time, but his dad was still around.

"He was-" Dean was going to say he was hunting, duh. But then he realized they didn't know. They didn't know about his hunting, and his life. To them, he was just some regular teenage boy. "He was at work. He... travels a lot for his job, so..."

"But you found him? He's alright now?" The Doctor was more than a little concerned by the news. Children running away is never a good sign. Sure, some kids are just irresponsible or over-dramatic. But a lot of the time, they have a good reason for leaving home. What was Sam's?

"Yeah. After I couldn't get a hold of you, I called my dad. He came home right away, and..." Dean didn't mean to pause there, but both Rose and the Doctor noticed his hesitation. "He found him. He was hiding out somewhere with a dog or something..."

"Well I am so sorry for what happened, Dean. I tried to make it on time. I hope I can make it up to you..." The Doctor looked down at Rose, who nodded her agreement.

Dean smiled politely, but he knew it wasn't the Doctor's fault. He didn't blame him. He was the one who lost Sam.

There was nothing he wanted from the Doctor that he hadn't given him by just showing up... since he honestly didn't expect him at all.

But... He thought to himself. There's someone else in need of his help...

"Actually, Doc, I think you can."